Such a role reversal,
is Teutonic Jew,
for holy is infernal,
on the streets they sew,
to copy fine example,
building up Empire,
look beneath the rubble,
is the heart of their desire,
to shake a hand is hard,
but war, they make so easy,
no Wailing Wall regard,
just repeat the squeezing,
of the words, that Jesus said,
they fill, Israeli pockets,
upon land; not theirs; they’ve bled,
replacing prayers with rockets,
no Saints here, in Holey Land,
just sinners, and the ghosts,
result of such a human plan,
the proud destructive hosts,
if law is now the scripture,
a wrong is their delight,
to paint a broken picture,
called: Palestine’s Alight.